Indianapolis Times, Volume 47, Number 260, Indianapolis, Marion County, 8 January 1936 — Page 11

JAN. 8, 1936

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CHAPTER THIRTY-POUR A UNT ELLEN nodded. ‘ They probably will sa? those things. But you must be brave and face the music. You cant become a recluse because you and Scott couldn't live together. After a while people will forget. It's a good thing mast of us have such short memories.” Dana said, ‘ It's a nice day. Fresh and sunshiny, though a little windy. I’ll enjoy getting out.” She said it lor her aunt’s benefit and saw' Aunt Ellen’s face brighten. Dana was scarcely out of sight when the doorbell rang. A moment later Sarah plodded up the stairs, her eyes bulging. “It’s Mister Ronnie,” she said. “Ke’s askin’ for Miss Dana.” Aunt Ellen fluttered down. With hei sister and Nancy both away, she didn’t know what she would say to the young man. It didn’t seem decent. exactly, for him to be inquiring for Dana when the child was still married. Still she’d have to give him some sort of answer. Young people did the most amazing things. Aunt Ellen knew she must be careful. because her sister would be furious if this particular young man was offended. ’’Dana’s out walking.” Aunt Ellen said vaguely. She added (and the devil himself must have been prompting her), ‘‘She went south. She can’t be so very far away because she only left a few minutes ago.” Ronnie thanked her and left. ”1 couldn't help it,” Aunt Ellen told herself. “Maybe a nice brisk drive would cheer Dana up a little.' tt tt tt DANA’S feet were taking her along a familiar way. it was the same walk she had taken the afternoon she had been caught in the deluge and Scott had come running after her. Every step was filled with memories. This was the street where Scott had lived then. His house stood at the endT of the block. She had almost reached the oar standing in front of Scott’s house before she recognized it. It was Scott’s car. Danna put out a hand and touched it. Suddenly she was shaken by sobs, blinded by tears. She opened the door and climbed in. Sinking back against the seat, she gave up to desolation. She would sit here and wait. When Scott came out she would tell him w'hat was in her heart. She would tell him she couldn't go on without him, ask what had become of the love he had once had for her. Suddenly fear gripped her. What if Paula had not gone away as people said? What if she had taken over Scott’s house? Perhaps the tenants had given it up and Paula had come here, knowing that some day she would be its mistress. The story that Paula had left town had been so vague. Nobody know where she had gone. But if Paula should appear with Scott and find her weeping her heart out it would be the final blow — the one thing Dana couldn't endure. She slipped out of the car, and turned her- face homeward. A moment later Scott came out of the house. He glanced down the street, and his heart leaped wildly. That was Dana, not more than a block away. She was walking slowly. Scott hesitated a moment. Then he started walking rapidly toward the distant figure. a st tt SCOTT walked more swiftly, his eyes on the little figure ahead. Once he called, “Dana!” but apparently she did not hear him.

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He started to run—and stopped abruptly. A car was coming from the opposite direction. It swung to the curb and he saw Ronnie Moore was at the wheel. Ronnie spoke to Dana and she nodded. Then he stepped out and opened the door of the car for Dana to enter. Scott turned and retraced his steps. When he reached his own car Ronnie’s roadster was not in sight. He must have cut across the corner. So already Dana was seeing Ronnie. Scott told himself he might have known it. By this time his feeling was not the fierce anger that blazed periodically, but a despair more terrible to bear. Now that Ronnie had swung back in line. Dana would be a fool to come back to him. Scott argued. Why should she choose a man who had nothing more than vague prospects when she could marry one who was sitting on top of the world? The girl didn't live who would choose the poor man. Thero had been such a girl, but she had discovered her folly, and run out on her husband at the first opportunity. On a sham pretext that wouldn't deceive any one. Scott, sitting motionless in his car, laughed shortly. It was a mirthless laugh. There wasn't any use going off his head about the situation. Other men had lost their wives for the same reason. Money. It was strange that men should go on wanting women who had disappointed and disillusioned them, but they did. Wanted them fearfully, with a need that was like nothing else. Feeling lost and incomplete, as though an arm or leg or eye were missing. Or, worse, as though some spiritual element that gave meaning to life was gone forever. If Dana had only waited Scott knew he could have made money for her. Not z.s much money as Ronnie had. Not 10 million. But enough to give her a fine home and pretty clothes if that was what she wanted. The thought of Ronnie was like acid, burning new tracks of misery along which his tortured thoughts must travel, Scott was glad in a dull kind of way—perhaps relieved was the better word—that Dr. Osborne had invited him to his home tonight. Dr. Osborne had become a stanch friend. a tt tt "TXANA and Ronnie arrived at the Cameron home. Nancy, who had been reading, glanced up at them, startled. She got up and started toward the door. Ronnie called, “Don’t go, Nancy. I want to talk with you.” “With me?” Nancy kept her hand on the door. “Why not?” Ronnie drawled. He was smiling, but his eyes looked puzzled. “But I suppose I should know better than to expect you to reciprocate. Dana, this is a case where devotion has gone unrewarded.” “You like to talk,” mocked Nancy, her dark eyes meeting his, unsmiling. “Yes, but it never gets anywhere with you. I had a hopeless passion for you, for years. It began when you breezed through mathematics, leaving me to make up grades during summer vacation. It burned fiercely when you played dazzling tennis, while I played like a dub. And, it reached its zenith when you failed to step on my toes at dances the first year I came home from college, as all the other girls I picked did!”

“You were a poor picker,” Nancy said. “You were always hauling girls around who generally decorated the walls. I suspected you had assumed the role of good Samaritan and were going around binding up the bruised hearts of unpopular little girls.” “You never gave me a chance to bind up your heart.” Ronnie had come close to Nancy and was staring down into her eyes. His tone was no longer bantering. “Not that you weren’t popular, or wouldn't have b?en If you had cared about It. But you didn’t like boys and parties.” Nancy said. ‘“Boys can be silly. I was never surer of it than I am at this minute.” a tt tt QHE went inside then. “That’s an example of what I always get from Nancy,” Ronnie said with a laugh. He joined Dana, who was sitting in the swing, her gaze toward the street. Her slim hands were lying quietly in her lap. How thin she was, and sad-looking. Ronnie’s heart went out to her in a rush of tenderness. “I don’t know what Scott did,’ Ronnie said gruffly, “but I do know he isn't worth all this. No man could be. After all, you’ve only known Scott a little over a year.” “But I am married to him.” “And you love him?” After a moment, Dana nodded. "Then why don't you go back and try again?” “I couldn’t. Dana shook her head sorrowfully. “And he doesn't want me to.” Ronnie felt his heart leap. He took Dana’s hands folding them closely in his own. After a moment he released them. Not because Dana had resisted, but because she seemed unconscious that he was holding them. This business had been a shock to Dana, but she’d come out of it after a little. She was young and beautiful. and it would be the most natural thing in the world for her to want pleasure and companionship again. Dana became aware of the deepening silence, and of Ronnie’s troubled face.. What a dear he was! You would think being rich might have spoiled Ronnie, made him cocksure and arrogant. But it hadn’t. Having money didn’t seem to count at all with him. Maybe it was because he had always had it. With Scott, now how difficult it had been just managing to make enough to tide them over. Were her thoughts always, Dana asked herself, to lead straight to Scott? They mustn't. It would be too cruel to spend your life wanting someone who didn’t want you at all. (To Be Continued) Skin Tonic Is Good Item for Dossing Table BY ALICIA HART New and handsomely packaged skin tonics and astringents which have put in a post-holiday appearance on the market would be good items in which to invest part of your Christmas money. Designed to refine the pores and clarify the complexion, one of these is necessary to any woman’s beauty routines. At night, after you have cleaned face and throat, then patted on and removed tissue cream, dip a cotton pad in skin tonic and remove every trace of cream. If you have dry skin which stays softer and smoother if you sleep with cream on your face and neck, apply anew, thm layer after the tonic has dried. If your skin is oily, let the application of tonic be the last step. Diluting If you sometimes need a stronger lotion, it’s a good idea to buy one of the new astringents which can be used two ways. When you need only a mild tonic, dip the cotton pad in ice water and wring it quite dry before you moisten it with astringent. This way.- naturally, the liquid is diluted. When you want to use it full strength, don’t wet the pad with water. Simply soak it in the astringent. You can, of course, wrap a tonicdrenched pad around the end of a patter and use it Hot only to remove every trace of cream but to stimulate circulation as well. However, remember to pat gently. Otherwise. you're likely to break down delicate tissues, thereby causing flesh and muscles to sag. BROADMOOR HOLDS PARTY FOR GUESTS Mrs. Ernest Ranh, who is leaving soon to live in New York, was a guest at the women's guest dayluncheon and card party today at Broadmoor Country Club. Fortyfive members and guests attended the luncheon and played keno or cards. • Mrs. David Lurvey. social chairman, was assisted by the new committee of Mesdames I. G. Kahn, Walter Wolf. Edgar Joseph, A. L. Borinstein. A. L. Carlin, Joseph Michaels, William P. Meyer. Charles Kahn,.Louis H. Segar. Jack Goldfarb end Sidney Bternberger.

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House Robes, Pajamas Follow Wearers’ Moods

BY GERTRUDE BAILEY LOOK into the new mode in hostess gowns, robes and pajamas, if you want to be impressed. A warm-red velvet has faceted metal buttons and a white chiffon hanky is tucked in one of the four pockets. The slightiy bloused top has a roll collar and raglan sleeves. The gown also is attractive in sapphire blue with a lighter blue chiffon wisp for contrast. If you prefer, picture an ice blue satin negligee that melts into marabou around the shoulders (marabou is the downy feather that looks like white fox you like to wear). Bud pink or white are attractive colors for this outfit. Other smart styles to be found in perusing through the negligee corner include a pale blue matelasse satin with a slight train or a pair of crushed velvet pajamas with a tunic length coat fastened with braided frogs, all in a petunia shade. A natural kasha coat, bordered in red and white tufts of yarn lends a sort of peasant fashion and strange color combination in pajamas, like one pair we saw that has cerise velvet trousers, a woodsy brown uncrushable velvet coat with a sheer scarf of clear sky blue.

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Sink Strainer Linings Are Aid to Housewives BY MARY MEADE You all know the woman who loves to cook If someone else will wash the dishes and clean the sink. What with all the cooking refuse that piles up in the sink strainer bj the time meal preparation is fin ished, we don’t blame her a bit. Nobody likes to scoop wilted lettuce leaves and* carrot tops and odd scraps of sticky, unbaked pastry out of a greasy sink, no matter how much she may enjoy cooking. That’s why so many after-the-meal skirmishes probably will be cheered by the appearance of the new parchment liners for the sink strainer. These tri-cornered paper baskets, with perforate and bottoms for draining, fit neatly into the regulation triangular sink strainer, and provide the perfect receptacle for small scraps and garbage. Besides eliminating the distasteful task of scraping garbage into its ultimate container, these parchment linings can be used for cleaning doughy, sticky knives. Two upstanding flaps are just the place for that unpleasant job. The liners mean a great deal to the condition of sink and utensiis, as well as to convenience and comfort. The waterproof, grease-proof parchment reduces the amount of scouring and cleaning the sink will need, for one thing, and is a good preventive for clogged drains. The strainer no longer needs to be battered and pounded to shake free any tenacious scraps, which naturally extends its lease on life. These linings are excellent for washing and draining berries and vegetables. Their convenient cardboard carton makes it possible to lift out one lining at a time without! disarranging the rest of the supply. Charles Alcorn has returned to Battle Creek College, Battle Creek, Mich., to resume studies after spending the holidays with his parents, Mr. and Mrs. P. D. Alcorn. Alcorn is senior class t president, 6 'A." '

LOSES BY FALSECARDING

Today’s Contract Problem It looks as though West should bo able to defeat South’s three no trump contract. But it takes unusually fine defensive playing to do so. A A K 10 7 3 V 9 6 ♦A J 6 AAIO4 4> Q 8 2 m A ,T 9 4 ¥AQ 8 4 w c ¥JIO 5 3 ♦ 72 w ♦lO 9 4 *KQJ9 S * 7 6 3 Dealer 4k 6 5 ¥K 7 2 ♦ KQ 8 5 3 <♦Bs2 None vul. Opener—4k K. Solution in next issue. 1 Solution to Previous Contract Problem by w. e. m■Kenney Secretary American Bridge League IN the December issue of the British Bridge Magazine, H. L. Thornely describes an interesting phase of falsecarding. There is no doubt that falsecarding is an art in itself, but here’s a case where it would definitely cost you your contract. West’s opening lead was the king of clubs, and East played the three. Now, of course, file natural tendency would be to try to falsecard, so West would shift suits. West has made a vulnerable overcall in clubs, therefore declarer knows that East, will be able to ruff at least the third club.* Let us analyze the play. If the declarer plays the jack, West will miss the deuce and will now realize that East can not have more than a doubleton club. If East holds the three and deuce of clubs, why is South falsecarding? If South held the singleton Jack. East s proper play would have been the deuce. With this information, all West had to do was to cash his ace of clubs and give his partner a ruff, thereby defeating the contract. If South played the deuce of :lubs, there is a possibility that

♦ Q J 10 ¥Q9 7 5 2 4Q 7 ' 4k Q 10 4 ♦7 2 m U9B 6 3 ¥ 4 yyj - ¥ J 6 ♦ J 10 5 3 *= ♦ A 9 S 6 4* A K 9 8 S- 42 7 6 Dealer k|k 3 4k A K 5.4 ¥ A K 10 8 3 ♦ K <♦•ls 2 Duplicate—E. and W. vul. South. West North "East 1 ¥ 2 4k 2 ¥ Pass 4 ¥ Pass Pass Pass Opening lead—4k K. 1 West would be afraid to continue clubs and would shift to a diamond, in which case declarer could make his contract. 'Copyright, 1936, NEA Service. Inc.) TEMPLE TO CAVE SHOW AND DANCE Temple Sisterhood and Brotherhood are to sponsor an amateur show and dance Sunday night, Jan. 26, in the Lincoln. Morton Stemfels as announcer is to introduce the performers. Mrs. Louis Markun, Sisterhood president, and Sydney Romer, Brotherhood president, are chairmen. Arnica Club to Meet Mrs. J. C. Lee, 37 N. Linwood-av, is to be hostess tonight for meeting of Arnica Club. Music is to be provided by Mrs. Martin Cooper. The program includes a study of the life of Paul by Mrs. Frank Richards. Mrs. Maud Russell is to be hostess for the social hour. QUALITY HOSIERY I • PERFECT FIT 59c, TWO FOR $1.15 j NISLEY 44 X. PENN. ST.

Guard Your Own Rights, Says J ordan Daughter Carries Burden of Disorganized Household. Don't let yonr problem* defeat too: Put your troubles in a letter to Jane Jordan, who wiU help you keep uy your course*. Dear Jane Jordan—Ever since my mother had a nervous breakdown we have lived in torment because she quarrels continuously wiUr my father over petty things. My sister seems to enjoy the turmoil and does everything my mother tells her to. I am in high school preparing to

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do is to shed the responsibility for your entire family and fend for yourself as best you can. As soon as you begin to teach, leave home and never come back except for short visits. The same plan i3 best for your brother to follow. There is nothing you can do for your mother and sister. They are not vour responsibility. Horrid as it seems, you must not try to guide their destiny. What they do is none of your business. The key to your mother’s conduct <loes not lie in the present situation but in the past. Pampered m infancy, she wants to be intalged in adult life without coping with any of its problems. Her marriage represents an attempt to rise above the nursery level, but she met with some frustration in her love-life with your father which threw her back into a completely infantile attitude toward life. She reveals this m her childish wish to “go home to mother. ‘ Her illness, no doubt, is an unconscious device to keep the family in subjection. It furnishes her with an excuse to be as dirty as she likes and to make tyrannical demands on her husband and children. You need have no doubt that sha is sick, although her illness is not of the body, but the psyche. She lives in a cozy, little universe of selfindulgence. and rules through the tyranny of her weakness. It is a costly method of gaining one’s ends, but you may be sure it seems the easiest way to her or she wouldn't do it. To reorganize the energies of such an individual is no simple matter and you can’t do it yourself no matter how hard you try. Your cue is to remain as aloof as possible from th>?se problems as long as you are obliged to live at home. Be in your family, but not of it, until you work your way out. When problems must be faced, treat your mother like the spoiled, disagreeable baby that she is. Ignore her tantrums when it is possible to do so. When it isn’t let your attitude be kind but firm. Take your own rights as ruthlessly as you will, but do not waste your energies in trying to be the savior of your family. Avoid adding inner turmoil to the confusion in whicn you have to live. Look out for your own interests. Be hard. Mr. and Mrs. W. H. Hodgson and Mrs. S. J. Bardsley were to leave today for Miami, Fla., where they are to stay the rest of the winter. .